MY FIRSTS
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By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros (OSF) I was only four when my little brother was born Frail and soft like wool, I wanted to hold him, Corn With feet straightened out, seated perpendicular For the first time, I realized people just appear I asked where they got it from and when it would return A smile of amusement, my mama said, babies don’t return That was my first lesson on life. I was only five, when I saw the raindrops fall in solid mass I kept some in my secret bag to show mum after mass And for the first time, I realized things just vanish I tried explaining my discovery, in disappointment and anguish But she didn’t need the explaining at all A smile of understanding, my mama said they’re called hail That was my first lesson on magic. I was only eight when I got ready for baptism Come in white dresses holding candles, said him And for the first time, I realized I might miss the rite Because candles and dresses had to be timed right Anxiet